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?Xander??
?Yes, Graham.?
?What *exactly* are you gonna do??
?Nu-thin?.?
?Nothing? Look, we both know you?re going to do something, so, just. . . tell me.?
?Sorry,? Graham could practically hear his lover?s
smirk. ?There?s this whole
?need to know basis and you don?t need to know?
thing.?
?*Xander*.? Graham growled.
?What?! I try and do something sweet for my lover,
and I get yelled at?
Where?s the love.?
?I didn?t yell. And, I?m very appreciative when
you do sweet things for me. I
just like knowing what said sweet things are.?
?Well, in that case, why don?t you just look for yourself??
Graham?s jaw clenched.
?Oh. I guess that pesky blindfold is kinda getting in the way, isn?t it??
?Pretty much. Yeah.?
?You know,? Xander?s voice became serious. ?If you want to stop, we can.?
Graham thought for a moment. ?No. I?m okay.?
?You sure??
?Yeah. You asked if I wanted to play, and I said yes. I?m not backing down.?
?It?s not about backing down, Graham. It?s about
making sure you?re
comfortable with what we?re doing. And, if you?re
not, that?s cool, really. I?ll
take the cuffs off here and now.?
?No. I?m. . . I?m good. I?m just not used to being in a situation like this.?
?Oooh. No previous experience with bondage. That?s
what every possessive
boyfriend wants to hear.? Xander gently nipped
at one of Graham?s nipples,
producing a soft groan from the captive body. ?But,
just to be perfectly clear.
If you do get too freaked, you know what to say,
right??
Graham rolled his eyes, an action that loses much
of its expressiveness when
hidden under a strip of black silk. ?I still don?t
see why we have to use *that*
as a-?
?Because a safety word is supposed to be something
that is never associated
with sex. And, if ?Buffy? doesn?t fit that criteria
for you, then we?re going to
have to have a long talk.?
?I get your point. It is kind of a mood killer, isn?t it??
?Yeah, so?s this whole talking thing. So, shut up,
and let me ravage your body in
peace, okay??
?Okay. Sorry.?
?That?s all right.?
Graham was silent. . . for approximately forty five
seconds. ?What?s that
smell??
Xander sighed. ?What smell??
?That smell.?
?What smell??
?That. . . *Xander*.?
Xander cleared his throat. ?First of all, if you
didn?t automatically identify
that smell, you don?t deserve to be told what it
is, and, secondly. . . *Shhhhh*.?
Graham wriggled a bit and grumbled under his breath.
?Let?s keep in mind that only good little commandos
who don?t ask annoying
questions will be getting the massively satisfying
orgasms later. So, either stop
talking, or-?
?Or I won?t get an orgasm??
?No,? Xander said patently. ?Or, I?ll get the duct tape.?
?I?ll be good.?
?Glad to hear it.?
Graham tried to relax, and ignore the various sounds
Xander was making. There
was soft scraping, then a loud pop, then more scraping.
The commando opened
his mouth, ready to ask another question, his curiosity
overriding the threat of
duct tape, when something warm and wet was unceremoniously
dumped onto his
stomach.
?GAH!? Graham wriggled desperately as he felt the
foreign substance start to
spread out over his abs. ?What the hell is that!?
?Don?t be such a baby.? Xander said, right before
something else plopped down
on the commando?s skin.
?Xander, that feels. . . really gross! What did
you do!?? Graham rapidly blinked
as his blindfold was snatched away.
?Really gross.? Xander crossed his arms over his
chest. ?That?s nice. Honestly,
thanks for that.?
Graham craned his neck and looked down at his body.
?What. . . what is that
stuff??
?Melted chocolate and marshmallow cream. . . on
Graham.? Xander grinned. ?I
turned you into a s?more.?
?A s?more. . .? Graham shook his head. ?I?m in love
with a crazy person, aren?t
I??
?Oh, come on. With a name like that you?re just
asking for this kind of
treatment.? Xander leaned over and gave Graham?s
stomach a long lick, his
tongue scooping up various sugary goodnesses. He
then moved up that sculpted
body and gave the commando a lengthy kiss. ?See,
told you I was doing
something sweet. . .?
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the end